By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

© BJB Conglomerated Media

 

This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.

The author does not promote or condone unsafe, coercive, or illegal activities. The author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.

Life at Warren Hill

Chapter Twenty

Friday evening, Warren Hill

 

Twenty-nine-year-old Drew Tarnow and his fifteen-year-old son Tianbao "Bunny" Tarnow lay naked on their custom eight-by-twelve-foot bed at their estate, Warren Hill. Bunny had just spent ten minutes licking his father's torso, which had collected a generous coating of cum from Sean Higgins, Drew's new assistant at work.

The father and son kissed quietly, languorously.

Carl Swann, Warren Hill's thirty-seven-year-old grooming valet, hairdresser, and aesthetician, lay to their side – as naked as they, of course, being slowly masturbated by Drew.

Carl's nine-inch nail was leaking prodigious amounts of Cowper's fluid on Drew's hand. Drew licked his fingers, then wordlessly gestured to Carl that he would like to get the tasty treat directly from the source.

Carl levitated off the bed and floated over Drew's face. The master of Warren Hill reached up to guide Carls' stalactite to his mouth. They both desired to show the depth of their love for each other.

There was nothing that Carl wouldn't do for his boss. In some ways, Carls' love for Drew was more profound than his love for his fiancé, Marcus Robinson.

Marcus, an assistant wrestling coach at Hulstlander Academy, is engaged to all three identical Swann triplets and fourteen-year-old Hulstlander student, Tim.

One day, when Tim had signed up to use one of the school's napping rooms, he requested a napping buddy who would be willing to penetrate him to help him relax during his study hall. Marcus was randomly matched with Tim by the school's scheduling software. The two began to rendezvous frequently and soon fell in love. When Marcus met Tim's father and Warren Hill's chief driver, Russ, they also fell in love. The same feelings blossomed with Russ's brothers Carl and security chief Mitch. Now the five were planning a multilateral wedding.

Carl's love for Marcus was instantaneous. It was replete with passion. But his love for Drew was rooted more in acquired respect and admiration rather than lust or infatuation. From the day Drew and Bunny arrived at Warren Hill, Carl observed Drew's kindness and empathy. He instilled in the staff that they were there to serve the common cause of building up the cult of Tuer Shen, the Chinese god of homosexual love. It was he who created Warren Hill with the blink of his mesmerizing eyes. Nobody at Warren Hill was to be considered better than anyone else, including Drew. They just had different roles to play.

Carl took a moment to gaze into Drew's eyes, trying to convince himself that such a perfect man loved and desired him. There was no denying that desire. He gladly allowed Drew to pull his dripping penis into his mouth for their mutual pleasure.

The familiar breeze wafted over them as Bunny, Drew, and Carl drifted into the Garden of the Western Wind to be greeted by the immortal nineteen-year-old Tuer Shen. The three men were given access to each other's sensations. They were not here for frenzied lovemaking. They desired only to share affection, or, as Tuer Shen would call it with a laugh, a "social visit."

Indeed, the three men and the god felt relaxed with each other, even though all four were fully erect. They did not open themselves to others' experiences in the Garden; but, they shared unhesitatingly, all achieving their bliss simultaneously. They took turns penetrating each other even though they could all feel both the giving and receiving of each participant. It was as comfortable and understated as a five-minute-long orgasm could be.

The three mortals came back from the Garden fulfilled and invigorated. Making love with Tuer Shen always left a man with more vigor than he started with, no matter how energetic the sex.

Bunny turned to Carl with his characteristic smartass smirk. "Mister Swann, you've made quite a mess here." He gestured to the flowing cum on all their bodies. "Who is going to clean this up?"

Carl couldn't even pretend that it would be a chore to bathe the magnificent father and son. Drew and Bunny enjoyed being tended to as much as Carl enjoyed rendering the service.

The master wet room remained warm and comfortable during the extended bathing regimen. The silent ventilation system kept the humidity in check, which, in turn, kept its glass walls free of fog. With eight ceiling-mounted rain heads, several handheld showerheads, and a large soaking tub, the large room was visible from much of the first floor, including a direct view from the front doors. Carl took his time tending to his charges as other staffers walked by, smiling as they observed the intimate scene.

He had just finished washing both men from head to toe and was rinsing them both with the gentle flow from a handheld shower. Carl used his other hand to wipe away any vestiges of the luxurious fragrance-free body wash. As was his usual process, he also used his tongue to verify that there was no soapy residue.

Drew had requested that everything be perfect for the arrival of Rodney and Robin Poindexter, the identical twin exchange students from the Bahamas. Drew had invited the sixteen-year-olds to stay at Warren Hill for the upcoming school year. Their previously-selected host family backed out to return to the Bahamas to help with hurricane recovery.

Carl made every effort to ensure that both Tarnow men's fabulous bodies would be splendid.

Drew and Bunny got semi-erect from Carl's loving caresses and tantalizing licks, even though they had ejaculated thirty times each just minutes before. Carl, too, was erect, but that was nothing unusual.

Bunny sensed that Carl was almost finished, so he floated a little higher over his father and spun around face-down over Drew, whose eyes were closed to more fully appreciate Carl's ministrations.

Bunny slowly closed the gap between him and his father. Since both their minds were open to each other's thoughts, they knew the other's intentions. Drew spread his arms to embrace his son as they made full-body contact. He parted his lips to invite his son's tongue to come out and play.

They ground against each other as they kissed, both now sporting eleven-inch erections in their identical cocks. They didn't want to orgasm again, but their love for each other almost always instigated throbbing erections. Bunny wondered if the twins would experience the same thing once they became his brothers.

The father and son continued their full-body embrace and makeout session floating in midair. Carl tugged Drew's big toe and guided the pair to the salon next door to have their hair dried and styled. They sailed along as if on a tranquil pool.

After a short pause, Drew and Bunny separated, each sitting in one of the salon's two barber chairs. Carl suggested that both Tarnows should have unfussy, natural styles for the evening. Drew's tresses hung in relaxed waves with the ends landing just above his nipples and the tips of his shoulder blades. Bunny's curlier hair was twisted around Carl's fingers; each ringlet precisely and meticulously placed so that it looked "natural," covered in the sparest of setting gel.

It was unusual that Carl didn't try to convince either man to sport some eye shadow or other face makeup. He did apply clear moisturizer to their faces and lips, as well as a hint of gloss to their nipples.

Carl received repeated kisses of gratitude from each man for his excellent service. Duncan Rhys-Bowman, the under butler, entered the salon. He adjusted his jacket as he waited for Carl and Drew to finish exploring each other's mouths.

Rhys-Bowman wore his formal livery. It was unusual that he wore more than his velvet slippers. The suit was clung tightly to the thirty-eight-year-old's fit and trim form without bunching or tugging. The trousers bulged in both front and back, and the perfectly-tailored white shirt was translucent. His light brown hair was parted and combed with laser precision.

"Pardon me, Drew and Bunny. Russ called to say that they are approaching the main gate," Rhys-Bowman declared with a scintilla of his Irish brogue peaking out from his studied British patois.

"Thank you," Drew replied with a smile. "Let's make our way to the front door. Is everyone gathered?"

The under butler stood aside to allow the Tarnows to walk before him. "Yes, Drew. Russ also informed us that Rodney and Robin have decided to wear clothing. He told them that you would be happy to receive them naked and that you and Bunny are generally naked at home, but they thought it appropriate to dress."

Bunny laughed. "That won't last long. They like being naked almost as much as I do do."

Drew laughed along. "That's saying a lot."

The tall glass doors of the entrance hall were being held open by the evening footmen, Randall Moore and Yeong Gureng. Randall had decided to wear the footman's uniform, which consisted of an extremely low-slung gauzy purple sarong and white gloves. Yeong wore only his traditional indigenous Australian body markings and a friendly smile.

Rhys-Bowman indicated Bunny and Drew's positions in the receiving line under the port cochere. There were close to thirty staff assembled, as well as Tim Swann and Marcus Robinson. Almost all were naked, though some wore slippers or sandals. Drew made eye contact and offered a smiling nod to as many men as he could before spotting the line of four vehicles coming around the rise.

First was a small white box truck, which drifted by, silently propelled by its electric motors. It carried the twins' luggage, electronics, sports gear, and the personal furnishings they chose to bring. Assistant driver Javier Rodrigo-Rodriguez was at the wheel sporting his black Tom Ford livery. Tyler Leland, an eighteen-year-old baseball stud working at Warren Hill's greenhouses for the summer, was in the passenger's seat. He had volunteered to assist in packing and transporting the Poindexters' belongings. He wore only a backward-facing baseball cap, a thin gold chain, and sneakers.

The van proceeded to the garages where it would be unloaded.

Three identical electrified and modified Maybach stretch sedans followed. The first carried Samer Hadid from the security staff, and butler Winston Stratfield, who oversaw the careful packing and transport of the twins' belongings.

The second car carried the Poindexter twins and footman Yu-Joon Bok, who was assigned to ensure their comfort and ease during the ordeal of moving. It wasn't much of an ordeal: all the twins had to do was to point to things they wanted to take, and Stratfield saw to it that the item would be cared for as if it were the rarest of museum pieces, even if it was an unwashed jockstrap on the floor.

The chase car held three more staffers who had assisted in assuring that everything was handled with care and efficiency. Among them was wardrobe valet Siddhartha "Sid" Rigvedi, who saw to the care of Rob and Rod's clothing and personal accessories. Sid wore one of his trademark sarongs. Today it was a translucent one made from white silk-cotton voile with random gold threads. The almost lighter-than-air fabric fluttered to mid-calf in the back but didn't quite join in the front where loose double knot sat on his shaved pubic bone. Sid never dressed for modesty and didn't give a thought that his genitals were mostly exposed. For him, clothing was meant as decoration for the body, not to conceal it. He also sported a white patent leather harness with gold hardware. The white and gold garments gleamed on the swarthy Brahmin bodybuilder, accentuating his massive pecs, shoulders, and thighs.

Drew and Bunny stood holding hands as the cars came to a halt, and the first and third disgorged themselves of their passengers. All the staffers took their place in the receiving line with the aid of Rhys-Bowman. All except Stratfield, who was Rhys-Bowman's boss and needed no instruction where to stand. The under butler gave his boss a quick pat and brush to assure him that his uniform was pristine.

Drew didn't understand why he was nervous. The deal was supposed to be that these handsome Bahamian twins were coming to live with him for a year, and then go on with their lives. But Bunny had convinced him that they were to become his actual sons and Bunny's older brothers. Bunny and Drew exchanged their thoughts telepathically. Bunny clued Drew which twin was which. It was odd enough that Drew was only fourteen years older than his biological son – fourteen years to the day, but now he was taking on two more sons who were a year older than Bunny and thirteen years his junior. He knew siblings who were further apart in age.

The evening footmen had taken their place on either side of the car, ready to open the rear doors at Stratfield's command. The sixty-year-old head butler glanced toward Drew and Bunny, then gave the slightest nod to the footmen. Both doors opened in perfect synchronicity and were held firmly with one hand on the upper corner and the other on the outer edge. They stepped in to block the onlookers' view as they turned to feign a disinterested gaze into the distance, just as they were trained in England. Neither they nor any other observer would be able to witness a possible awkward moment of a passenger struggling to get out of a car.

Neither Rodney nor his minutes-younger twin Robin was in any danger of awkwardness: the six-foot, one-hundred-seventy-seven-pound athletes were as graceful as any sixteen-year-olds could be. As soon as each had a foot on the ground, Randall and Gureng stepped aside to allow the twins an unimpeded exit.

Bunny squealed and squeezed his father's hand even tighter. Drew felt a smile overspreading his face as he realized that the twins were both completely naked. Drew examined the one who exited from the passenger side, while the one who went from the driver side walked around the back of the car, followed by Yu-Joon, who was carrying their clothing.

Young Mister Bok wore only the white gloves and black slippers that comprised the footmen's "out" uniform. As was typical for Yu-Joon when he was being observed performing his duties, he sported tumescence. His cock plumped to about seven inches. He was happy to walk about in public with an erection. He thought it displayed how much he liked his job. Whenever he accompanied Drew in public, he ensured everyone an unobstructed view of his solid nine-inch pole.

Drew studied the face of the nearer twin and confirmed with Bunny that it was Rodney. When Robin got to his brother's side, they both stepped toward Drew with tight smiles. They looked from Drew to Bunny, then broke into broad smiles of their own when Bunny squealed out loud this time and sported a full eleven-inch erection.

"Rodney, Robin, welcome to Warren Hill, your new home," Drew declaimed as if he had been practicing. "I hope that you will find it a comfortable, nurturing, loving, and relaxing home and that you will think of it as your own in short order."

Drew took a step toward Rod, quickly scanning his beautiful deep black complexion, which was unblemished save for the three tiny freckles at the corner of his right eye. That was the only way to tell him from Rob. Drew kissed him on both cheeks. "Welcome, Rodney."

Drew felt a surge as his lips touched his new son's face. He sensed that Tuer Shen had something planned. He heard Bunny snicker while Rod looked confused. "Thanks, dad. How did you know it was me?"

Drew tried to speak, but hearing Rodney call him "dad" left him with an unexpected lump in his throat. He swallowed and felt his eyes welling up. "Bunny told me how to tell you apart. Now that I see it, it's perfectly obvious. Come here, son. Let me kiss you properly."

The two explored each other's mouths for a minute while everyone looked on in silence, observing the growing iridescence. Both had firm erections when they separated. Rod had unquestionably felt the electric surge between them but said nothing.

Drew then turned to Robin.

"Robin, my son, welcome to your new home." Drew and Robin kissed with equal passion, for an even longer time. They, too, glowed. Robin grunted and grabbed a fistful of Drew's long blond hair with one hand while his other held and patted Drew's callipygous posterior. They separated reluctantly.

Drew gathered both teens to his side and turned to the assembled staff and friends.

"A man dreams that, if he is lucky, he might have a handsome son to love, nurture, and cherish. It is beyond all my wildest dreams that I now have two handsome and gifted sons."

Bunny stepped forward. "What about me, dad?"

Drew stroked Bunny's face. "Yes, of course. I have two handsome and gifted sons, and also Bunny."

The group broke into raucous laughter. Bunny pretended to pout. "And it is every boy's dream to have a handsome older brother to help fill the gaping wounds left by his emotionally distant father. Now I have two such healers and protectors."

Drew clutched his heart as the laughter continued. Drew and Bunny kissed each other and glowed instantly with the power of Tuer Shen's love flowing between them. They didn't need to speak since they knew each other's thoughts, and both knew they were playing a game for the entertainment of the others.

Father and son persisted with identical eleven-inch erections when they parted. Both proudly displayed them as a testament to their love for each other. Before Drew could form the question in his head, Tuer Shen answered it through Bunny: Rodney and Robin will be given the physical manifestation of their belonging to Drew at the appropriate time.

Drew was giddy, and it wasn't because he would have two more almost foot-long penises to play with. He was happy because Tuer Shen confirmed that the boys belonged to him. They were linked inextricably. He knew them for five minutes, but couldn't imagine ever saying goodbye.

As everyone settled down, Drew stood between his twin sons with an arm draped around their hips. "Rodney, Robin, allow me to introduce you to some of the Warren Hill support staff. I want you to know that each and every man here is the best at what he does. Each and every man here is the best of men. And, each and every man here has all my love and respect. They deserve to have a much better boss than I will ever be, but they are kind enough to endure me."

Most of the men standing in line stood even taller. A few of them blushed. Carl swooned. Drew walked with his arms around Rod and Rob and stopped in front of Bruno "Bruiser" di Napoli and his husband Jackson "Black Jack" Dries. He made the introductions, explaining how he, Bruiser, and Black Jack were friends going back to high school in Pennsylvania. He told them that Bruiser is the Estate Manager and a finance director for the Leveret Foundation. Black Jack is an exquisite tenor, title-winning scholastic wrestler, and specialist in Italian Renaissance music.

Drew kissed both men on the lips and whispered his love. He had been kissing both men since before Bunny was born, and it showed in their comfort with each other. Bruiser was, in fact, the first man Drew ever kissed romantically. Black Jack was the second, only a couple of minutes later, both in the high school showers. It was also Bruiser who changed "Andy" Tarnow into "Drew" Tarnow. Though he usually calls him "Drewski," while Bunny is "Little Drewski."

Rod looked at his brother and shrugged. He, too, leaned in to lock lips, first with Bruiser, then with Black Jack. The husbands were amused but also very appreciative of the way both twins pressed their bodies against them as they offered their open mouths for exploration and their ponderous erections for frottage.

"Welcome to the family," Bruiser told them. "I apologize that your credit and debits cards haven't yet arrived. The courier should be here soon. I have set up accounts in both your names at Leveret Bank, so you have access to those balances immediately. The arrangements are the same as I have made for Baby Drewski."

Bunny arched his brow at Bruiser.

"What?" The Finance Director asked. "You've got two new Drewskis ahead of you. You're `Baby Drewski' now."

Bunny laughed while kissing Bruiser. "So then what are you going to call my brothers?"

"I haven't figured that out yet," Bruiser replied. "I think `New and Most Definitely Improved Drewski I and II' would be a little too much, don't you?"

Bunny laughed again. "It's a lot, but not inaccurate," the teen observed as he looked at his brothers with love, awe, and lust.

Drew patted the Poindexters on their ample asses and left his hands there. "Don't worry. Bruiser will get your finances – and your nicknames – squared away in short order. We can't show favoritism to one son over another."

"But, we don't expect you to give us money, dad. It's more than generous that you are giving us a home. We can't take your money. We can't take money away from Bunny. That wouldn't be fair," Robin exclaimed.

Bunny laughed. "I'm the one who insisted to dad that he has to treat you fairly. I can't have my big brothers – my heroes – being treated any less well than I. Besides, how will the two of you take care of me if you don't have bail money at the ready?"

Drew shook his head and rolled his eyes. He decided to move on.

"Now, this exquisite man is Obasi Ekwensi, Warren Hill's House Steward. Oba oversees all the `stuff' that goes on in – and immediately around – the house, and he supervises all the people that make all that stuff happen. He also holds my heart. I love him more than I know how to express."

Oba smiled and held his six-foot-four-inch frame nobly as Drew approached for a kiss. He was naked and had his yard-long thin braids tied loosely at the nape of his neck, Neither man wanted to stop kissing, but Oba knew that propriety dictated that he mustn't make a spectacle of himself. Still, kissing Drew was on his list of favorite activities.

When they separated, Oba's thirteen-inch penis stood tall and wet, with his crown halfway extruded from his foreskin. Drew's continuing erection was also well-coated in precum. Drew leaned down and kissed the tip of Oba's penis with reverence, retrieving a taste of his delicious fluids.

Once again, the Poindexter twins imitated their new father and kissed the House Steward passionately. Oba's deep onyx skin was only slightly darker than the twins'. When both twins finished their kiss, they bent down and shared Oba's penis between them, eliciting an involuntary moan that almost vibrated the earth. That reaction had them redoubling their efforts. They were rewarded with a constant flow of Cowper's fluid, which they took turns lapping off Oba's wide tip that they had exposed fully with their lips.

Bunny didn't want to be left out, so he knelt and began to lick and suck Oab's pendulous balls, eager to have them produce their elixir for his brothers. Drew was torn: it wasn't what he had planned for the boys' welcome ceremony, but everyone – including Oba – seemed to be having too much fun to stop.

The twins were moving as if choreographed. They had shared a delicious penis before, though none as delicious as Mister Ekwensi's. Bunny had attended to Oba enough times in the past couple of weeks that he knew how to please him. He was also an expert at reading the most subtle of cues giving by a sex partner.

Drew decided to let things play out as they would. As he took another look at the foursome, he realized that there was a nascent glow to all of them. Bunny telegraphed to his father, "The twins are going to be as in love with Oba as you are, dad, before a week is out."

Stratfield noticed that Drew was smiling almost giddily. "Are you enjoying the show?"

Drew stepped over to his butler and kissed his cheek, then whispered into his ear, "Look, my love, at how those boys are glowing. Oba is going to have two more men falling hopelessly in love with him. I couldn't be happier."

Stratfield arched an eyebrow as he noticed the faint iridescence. Oba groaned again long and deep. Drew had heard that sound often enough to know that the twins were about to be gifted with faces and mouths full of cum, just as Drew had had this morning.

Bunny kept sucking and nibbling on Oba's scrotum, but he also reached up to massage the base of the thirteen-inch cannon with one hand while tickling the ring of Oba's anus with his other. Rob and Rod would get ample portions of blessings.

After eight earth-shattering ejaculations, Oba's orgasm subsided. Bunny persisted in rubbing the penis around each twin's face, just as Drew loved to have done for him. The boys were appreciative, sensing that this ejaculate was indescribably special.

Bunny stood on his tiptoes to kiss Oba's full, moist lips and caress his face. "Thank you, my love. I hope we didn't put you on the spot, but Rod and Rob shouldn't have to wait to fall in love with you. That would be cruel."

"Of course, sweet one," Oba answered without understanding the implications on Bunny's statement.

Drew continued guiding his new sons down the receiving line after a moment. "You've already met Stratfield, our Butler." He spoke as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. His twin sons again took their cue from their father and went on with the introductions. Neither tried to hide or apologize for his cum-covered face.

The twins each offered Stratfield a decorous kiss on the cheek. Robin blurted out, "He's the best, dad. You should have seem him in action. Stratfield had everything organized and calm. It was almost fun! And we could tell all the guys love and respect him by how eager they were to do everything he asked. We are lucky to have him leading our team, aren't we, dad?"

Drew was taken aback by the keenness of Robin's observation. Stratfield looked slightly uncomfortable being on the receiving end of a compliment. Drew had rarely seen him blush.

"We are very lucky to have Stratfield," Drew agreed. "And bravo to you for noticing how much we all love him. As I said before, all these men are the best at what they do, and the best of men." Drew attempted to aid Stratfield by deflecting the attention to all the others.

He took two steps down the line; he subtlely grasped Stratfield's hand. They did not make eye contact, but the touch communicated their mutual respect.

"Next to our dear Stratfield is our dear Under Butler, Duncan Rhys-Bowman,"

The boys were counseled not to try to memorize everyone's name immediately. "You will get to talk to each of these fine men during our welcoming reception and dinner. I do not doubt that they will be as patient with the two of you as they have been with Bunny and me. Don't hesitate to ask for someone's name or what they do."

A recomposed Stratfield turned and caught Drew looking to him for confirmation of his next move, and gave his boss a slight smile and a nod. "Now, Rodney and Robin," the master of the house encouraged, "Let's go inside. Chef Ligetti and his staff have put together some tempting fare for us. You can sit down with Stratfield and Cook later tonight or tomorrow to discuss your likes and dislikes as far as food goes. Besides being a fabulous chef, Cook is also a first-rate nutritionist, so he can design diets to help both of you maintain your extraordinary bodies. If you'd like, our resident trainer, Mike Mitchell, can join you in that discussion."

Bunny leaned in to give his father a giddy kiss on the cheek. The two Tarnow men wrapped their arms around the two Poindexter men to escort them through the entrance hall and into the four-story stair hall.

They stopped in the center of the room next to a six-by-six-foot ottoman, facing the three-times-life-size portrait of Tuer Shen. It hung on a wall that partially enclosed two of the three flights of stairs.

The portrait was framed on the top and sides by wire strands suspended from the fourth-floor balcony's underside thirty-eight feet above them. The wires wove around more than a thousand perfect diamonds of varying sizes, most several hundred carats in weight. The diamond "curtain" was backlit by small spotlights that cast flashes of refracted rainbows through the hall. It was all too much and never enough for Tuer Shen's tongue-in-cheek sense of humor.

Rod and Rob looked at the photorealistic portrait of the nineteen-year-old Chinese god, with his bow and arrow and large penis, standing straight out in front of him. Drew nodded to Bunny to explain to his new brothers the story of how Hu Tianbao was killed for lusting after a Qing Dynasty imperial officer and later was proclaimed a god of homosexual love.

Drew offered a general explanation that Bunny had developed an intense devotion and connection to the wonderful god, a connection so strong that last week he legally changed his name to Tianbao to honor him. He took on the nickname "Bunny" to signify his relationship to the Rabbit God.

The Bahamian twins noted that both Drew and Bunny had regained their full animated erections as they spoke of Tuer Shen. The twins shared a thought, but silently agreed that Rod should express it.

"Dad, uh, we don't know how we know this, but we're pretty sure that Tuer Shen wants you to make love to us right now so that we can truly be your sons."

Bunny shot up into the air, almost hitting the ceiling fifty-two above, which surprised no one except the Poindexters. They grabbed each other and were left agog. Drew laughed. "One of the gifts that Tuer Shen gives to everyone at Warren Hill is the ability to defy gravity at will while at the property," he explained as they watched Bunny spin around in the four-story hall. Tim Swann soon joined him.

"By the way, it's not the least bit surprising that Tuer Shen would want me to make love to you. Has he imparted any other wishes to you?" Drew inquired.

"We don't think so," the bewildered boys said together.

"Okay. Go ahead now," Drew encouraged, "Join Tim and Bunny. Give it a try. Just imagine yourself being airborne, and you will be."

Rod and Rob held hands as they slowly lifted off the floor. They hovered at just a few feet for several seconds before continuing their inaugural flight. Within a minute, they joined Tim and Bunny in a silly improvised aerial routine. They held hands and formed a circle spinning horizontally and then vertically like a human Ferris wheel. They chased each other around the space with raucous laughter, weaving between the glass-railed balconies on the second, third, and fourth floors that delineated the entrance hall from the stair hall.

Bunny finally brought the game to a close after several minutes with a reminder that his dad was supposed to be making love with his new sons. He remained levitated at about the second story level. "I think that R1, referring to Rodney's mathematical nickname, should go first, since he is oldest. Tuer Shen wants each of you to make love to me as dad makes love to you. That way, as dad is codifying his role as your father, you can codify your position as my older brothers.

"Let's do it up here so that everyone can gather around us and put their hands on you to signal their welcoming of my new brothers."

As usual, nobody questioned Bunny's suggestion.

Drew whispered something to Yu-Joon Bok, the eighteen-year-old footman and younger brother of Yu-Jin. Yu-Joon dashed off and returned to Drew's side with his trusty bowl of coconut oil. They ascended to Bunny's level, where R1 and R2 waited anxiously.

Drew caressed Rob's face with a smile, then held Rod in his arms. "Thank you, Rodney Poindexter, for joining our family. Do you agree to accept me as your temporary father by accepting me into your body?"

Rodney was melting into the tenderness of Drew's embrace. "Yes, dad. I can't wait."

Drew grabbed Bunny's hand and smiled at him. "Will you signify your acceptance of Rodney as your brother and guide by accepting him inside you?"

Bunny radiated. "Yes, dad. I can't wait."

Yu-Joon approached Drew and lubricated his eleven inches with the coconut oil. Then he turned to Rodney, dipped two fingers into the bowl, and held them up, asking wordless permission of the sixteen-year-old. Rod smiled and nodded. Yu-Joon teased around Rod's anus, reapplied more oil to his fingers, then inserted them into the pliant orifice, reaching far between the beautifully-mounded gluteal orbs. Rodney was deemed ready after three applications of oil. Rod kissed the footman in gratitude, which pleased Drew to see. Then Yu-Joon similarly tended to Bunny.

Bunny also kissed the young footman and exhaled a susurration of love.

Drew and Rod embraced in midair, rotating almost imperceptibly. Rod wrapped his legs around his new father and got into position to be penetrated. The two men held each other's gaze. Bunny motioned to Robin to guide Drew's eleven inches into his older twin's ass. Bunny moved into position between Drew and Rod to be penetrated by his new older brother. He laid his head on Drew's shoulder so that Drew and Rod could continue to look at each other.

Bunny looked around to see the Warren Hill men gathered in a dome formation around them, quietly shifting positions so that all the men could approach Rod and caress his body in a welcoming gesture. When he saw Rob smiling nearby, Bunny grabbed him by his nine-inch penis and towed him in until he was fellating the younger twin to the root.

The four of them glowed in dramatic fashion as they were whisked to the Garden.

"My goodness, look at the crowd!" Tuer Shen laughed as he walked into a flowering meadow with his foot-long erection pointing wobbly to a cloudless sky. "I don't give group discounts, you know."

It was only then that Drew realized that everyone had been brought into the Garden and shared in the lovemaking. The breeze carried the fragrance of agarwood and sandalwood trees beyond the meadow and mixed with the sweet lilacs in full bloom ringing the field.

The exhibitionist in Bunny thrilled at showing the thirty men how he could excite penises with his superhuman muscle control in his ass and mouth. Almost all of them had experienced it firsthand already. Both Rod and Rob had had hints of the Garden before, but this was their first immersive experience. They both recognized Tuer Shen from the painting but were still having trouble reconciling that they were bilocated in the Warren Hill stair hall and the Garden of the Western Wind.

The twins panted at the shared titillation given to both their asses and cocks by Drew and Bunny. Before they could get accustomed to that, they also felt the pleasure Rod's ass was giving Drew's cock, that his cock was imparting to Bunny's ass, and that Rob's cock was giving Bunny's mouth.

The Poindexters also sensed the special loving bond between Bunny and Tuer Shen. They shared the yearning that Bunny felt to be ever closer to the handsome god. When Tuer Shen embraced Robin and asked to enter his rugby-built ass, all the men rejoiced at his good fortune.

By the time the Chinese teen got three inches into Rob's velvet grip, the four men jetted into an intense orgasm, followed only milliseconds later by the hovering crowd. The twins had thought that making love with Bunny earlier in the day was a transcendent experience, but it was downright pedestrian compared to this. It became even more intense as orgasm after orgasm from the surrounding men was added to their consciousness.

Beyond the physical sensations, the twins were opened to the boundless love that Drew and Bunny shared. They were given glimpses into each man's mind and absorbed shared memories. They felt Tuer Shen asking if they would like to expose themselves to Bunny and Drew. They agreed immediately. Nothing would be held back between the four of them.

The other men shared the physical pleasure, but not the psychic nakedness enjoyed by Drew and his three sons. They knew that the four were bonding as a family and were delighted for them.

The men enjoyed the indescribable beauty of Tuer Shen's Garden as they enjoyed the beauty of each other's bodies. They were all also aware of their existence in the physical world, floating throughout the tall open stair hall. The lights had softened so that the room was lit only by the fractured light shining through the curtain of perfect enormous diamonds framing the oversized portrait.

Tuer Shen had filled Rob's ass to overflowing. The four men and their benefactor were all dripping from a few hundred ejaculations contributed by the thirty men around them. There was no sign that any of their orgasms would end, but Tuer Shen suggested that, perhaps, it was Rob's turn to be penetrated by his father.

Rod was happy to agree, knowing that he would lose none of the ecstasies he was feeling. Drew and Rod pressed their cum-covered lips together. "I love you, dad," Rod offered as he lifted himself off the eleven inches of love that had been inside him while simultaneously pulling out of Bunny's magical velvet glove.

Rob maneuvered into the same position that his twin had been in. Even more intensity was added to his orgasm as he sank onto his father's penis. He had no sooner bottomed out than Bunny began to impale himself on Rob's eleven inches. Bunny telegraphed to Tuer Shen and Drew his realization that the twins now had identical penises to theirs, only with a little extra melanin. Since they were sharing everything, Rob and Rod both realized it too. It was strangely not strange.

They celebrated the physical tell of their belonging to each other as they were coated in a continuing shower of cum from their friends. One of the Garden's mystic contradictions was that the more energetic the lovemaking, the more energy a man had to give. No enervation was allowed in this Garden.

Before Tuer Shen would bring the session to a satisfying end, Bunny suggested that his brothers double penetrate him while Drew and Tuer Shen penetrate them. No one saw any reason to object, so they disengaged from each other.

Rob and Rod brought their cocks together while facilely executing perfect side splits. Bunny slowly lowered himself on the two cocks that were now identical to his and his dad's. He made sure that everyone could see his anus stretching as wide as his smile. For Bunny, sex is always better with an audience.

Tuer Shen laughed at the antics of his beloved fifteen-year-old friend. Of the tens of thousands of men the young god had mentored through the centuries, nobody seemed to have more unbridled fun during sex than Bunny.

The young man's joie de vivre was infectious. Drew moved behind Rob while Tuer Shen penetrated Rod. They switched mates after every dozen thrusts, leading the entire room into a laughing, protracted orgasm. It was a family celebration.

The celebration continued for another few minutes or centuries; there was no way of knowing. Tuer Shen and Drew had withdrawn from the Poindexter twins even though Bunny remained impaled on the two cocks, working them both expertly. The teen god thanked his guests for another round of pleasurable sex, assuring them the receipt of continued blessings.

The hall was quiet, save for heaving breaths from thirty-some satisfied men floating in the dappled light. The lights gradually returned to their previous levels as, one by one, the men of Warren Hill descended to the cum-covered floor. Standing in a puddle of mixed cum was no longer an unusual occurrence in the house.

Rod, Rob, and Bunny were the only ones still suspended. The twins continued pumping cum into Bunny's ass as he continued to pump cum over his head, showering the group below. Mouths opened, and the men goodnaturedly jostled each other to catch a mouthful of Bunny's cum. There was always an appetite for more.

Drew floated above Bunny and took his son's cock into his throat. He swallowed several loads, slowly pulled off while teasing the penis with his long tongue. He held his son's appendage lovingly and aimed it to catch the next several volleys on his face.

Bunny could extend his orgasm indefinitely at will. When he saw his beloved father's dripping face approach him for a passionate kiss, he knew it was time to end this lovemaking session with his brothers. There would be time for thousands more shared orgasms with them.

With a heavy sigh into his father's mouth, Bunny removed himself from the twin's penises. They twitched and spasmed with echoes of their first cosmic orgy. Drew hugged each one with unspeakable tenderness and brought them down to the floor.

"I love you, Dad. Thanks for welcoming me into your family and your world," Rob whispered. Rod contributed his thanks as well.

"Are you kidding me," Drew asked. "Thank you for coming into my life. I didn't realize there was so much more love in my heart. I had thought the infinite love I had for Bunny was all I had. Now I realize that even three times infinity will not tax my heart. I am happy to love you three for the rest of time."

Drew, Bunny, Rod, and Rob exchanged more kisses and licked cum from each other's faces.

Four young teens, Warren Hill's "hall boys," appeared with silver trays filled with hand-cut champagne flutes. They wore velvet slippers, white gloves, and white bow ties expertly hand-tied by Sid, the wardrobe valet. They tried to maintain serious, dispassionate faces as instructed by Rhys-Bowman. Unsurprisingly for teenage boys, they had too much fun playing their roles at the party to hide it, cracking smiles and muted giggles. They all had remains of cum in their hair or drizzling down their smooth, lithe bodies. All had at least partial erections in their recently spent cocks.

Flutes of fizzy Edouard Brun Blanc de Noirs Champagne Grand Cru Aÿ were in everyone's hand. The group had moved from the stair hall, through the entrance hall, and into the main reception room, which opened to the even larger family lounge.

Drew caught Bunny's eye when he noticed that there were suddenly three more Francoise Nielly portraits, the new ones hanging above the three sets of glass doors leading from the reception room to the front portico. They featured, from left to right, Rodney, Robin, and Bunny. Even with Nielly's iconic flat knife technique, Drew could tell the difference between Rodney and Robin's portraits. Bunny simply shrugged. Tuer Shen willed it, so it came to be, just like everything at Warren Hill.

Drew ascended several feet, floating above the grand piano that sits at the invisible line that separates the reception room from the entrance hall. "May I have your attention, my beloved friends," Drew requested. The men turned and moved closer to the master of Warren Hill. A few men alighted on the second-floor loft that overlooks the reception room from above the kitchen.

"Could I ask my sons to join me, please?" Bunny zoomed to Drew's side in the blink of an eye. R1 and R2 looked up with admiration.

"Could I ask all of my sons to join me, please," Drew insisted. The Poindexters looked at each other and laughed as they, too, rose to join Drew and Bunny. The crowd laughed with them. Several wolf whistles erupted at the sculpted ebony bodies on display before them.

The four floating men smiled at each other. Drew continued. "Yesterday, I was as happy as I thought was possible. Everything was perfect as far as I knew. I had no idea how much more could be added to my life.

"Today, I am three times as happy because I have three sons to love. They are three exquisite young men of whom I couldn't be prouder. Our friend Tuer Shen has allowed us to open our hearts and minds to each other. There is nothing that the four of us don't know and accept about each other. Although none of us if perfect, we are all perfectly in love with each other.

"First, and always, I offer a toast to our benefactor, Tuer Shen / Hu Tianbao / the Rabbit God. He has built this family," Drew gestured to his three sons. "And, he has built this family," he gestured out to the assembled group.

"Tuer Shen!" Drew proclaimed. All the men shouted out the name of their immortal friend and drank a toast.

"And now, let us drink to family, in all its forms!" Drew exclaimed. A roaring cheer echoed through the large house, and all the men sipped their champagne once again.

A giggling naked teen rose to offer fresh crystal flutes to Drew, Rod, Rob, and Bunny. The hall boy was rewarded with a brief kiss on the lips from each man as he exchanged his spent glass for a new one. The other servers moved through the crowd to refresh drinks all around.

The brothers gathered to Drew's right after a brief silent conspiracy. Bunny proclaimed, "Let's drink to Andrew Tarnow, the best father, mentor, lover, and friend a boy could ask for!" Once again, the crowd erupted. Drew blushed furiously as glasses were thrust in salute to him. Suddenly, the twenty-nine-year-old was weeping. There was no thought of concealing his emotions. Why should he hide anything about himself from his family?

Rod, Rob, and Bunny each offered a brief tongue-filled kiss to their father. Rob turned back to the men who were looking on with a bit of concern.

"My baby brother forgot to include `humble' in his list of dad's qualities. He thinks he does not deserve the accolades heaped on him tonight. He is, of course, correct." Everyone laughed. "None of us deserves such praise without the qualification that those praiseworthy traits are also gifts from Tuer Shen to be used for his purposes. Namely, to engender love between men.

"Dad, you have been made a great father, mentor, lover, and friend, not for your purposes, but for others. My brothers and I are humbled to be your purposes. Or porpoises. Or whatever."

The crowd laughed again as the three teens deposited their champagne glasses on a nearby window sill and imitated marine mammals, barking, nuzzling, and slobbering on Drew as they swam around through the air. Drew joined in the laughter, realizing the truth of his oldest son's statements.

He looked down to see six of his footmen fanning out to offer canapes, fruits, and cheeses. He descended to the floor, followed by his three sons, who also fanned out to mingle with the Warren Hill men.

Stratfield approached Drew. "Congratulations, sir, on a wonderful start to the evening. And it was very generous of Tuer Shen to share the orgy with all of us. I don't know when I've had a better – or longer – orgasm."

"It was quite generous, wasn't it, my love," Drew agreed, merrily kissing the butler. "And speaking of time, how are we on the schedule?"

"Cook tells me that everything is going as planned," Stratfield replied. "We can carry on here for another twenty minutes or so. Then we should start making our way to the party stack. I would advise just floating along outside to the third-floor balconies and entering the banquet hall from there. There is no need to walk up from the lounge to the ballroom and then up another level to the banquet hall.

"The extra staff for the night are back there," Stratfield continued. "Rhys-Bowman reports they are following the plan for dinner preparations to the letter. Everything is as it should be, sir," Stratfield concluded.

Drew kissed his sixty-year-old butler once more, then turned to see Bunny and Tim kissing, and Rod and Rob nuzzling with Obasi, who was fondling them in return. He mused, "Everything is exactly as it should be, Stratfield."

 

Thanks to the readers who asked me to continue this story after an inexcusable hiatus. I hope you continue to find these chapters entertaining.
I have assembled a gallery of crude floorplans and renderings for those who might be interested in what Warren Hill looks like in my mind. Well, as close to my vision as my limited design skills can get me. Send email to hauptwerk88@gmail.com if you're interested in getting a link to a DropBox folder containing the images.